We gone bring them pistols out we'n fighting
You gone be fighting for your life this shit ain't hype
If we gone slide we gone slide ain't no might
Ian gone send nobody at you I get right
I be strapped up like a motherf*cking dyke huh
All that popping we gone wait until the night come
AR holding 50 that's a light drum
They like where tf he get all of these pipes from
They treat me like a reaper where I'm from
12 chase me nigga I still ain't throw the drum
Don't do that internet shit here We come
Fighting cases I wasn't thinking bout no prom
I got kicked out every school ask my mom
Me & keepit on the ave writing songs
Started scamming making plays like Lebron
Think I'm Kobe With the shot nigga run
You gone think it's Vietnam it sound like bombs
We gone hit you where it hurt ion want no crumbs
I'll never dye my f*cking dreads blonde
Before I bought a outfit I bought a gun
Just like Vic was in this bitch yo ass get beat
Play wit gang we gone spin at least a week
We ain't beefing bout no hoes that shit be cheap
Ian worried about a nigga he ain't me
We got drums gaf when niggas deep
Shoot a nigga whole house while he sleep
Smoke some gas at yo funeral and leave
Balloons in the sky momas weep
We gone slide nigga it ain't no imma see
Niggas be getting they card pulled niggas sweet
Ian f*cking with no nigga ion want no feature
30 bless a nigga ass like I'm a preacher